Such a small window...

Since getting back to work over a week ago I have been surprisingly positive and more like the old me. I should have known something was lurking...the dreaded stomach bug. I went to bed last night excited because it was cd8 and I knew our small window was opening over the next week for our last chance to try on our own before our IUI next month. However, I wasn't in bed for long, at 130 I began to feel nauseous and within 10 minutes was hunched over the toilet emptying what felt like a weeks worth of stuff. I continued to hug the toilet for the next 5 hours. I am now on the couch with a blanket and my pup, angry and feeling like death. We won't even get into what I look like! Why does it always seem these things happen at the word possible time. Ugh...